aren?t what we thought we?d be. Chorus This is my killing hand. I am a killer. This is my killing hand. May I shake yours? Verse You walk the streets
begging you to come with me now. I'm begging you to come with me. I'm begging you to come with me now. I'm begging you to COME WITH ME! I am begging you
How it bled on the sidewalk until its strength was gone. How it flapped its frantic wings under the setting sun? It would no longer sing in the trees
on your face. Are you really going to burn down this place? You?re wearing red and you don?t know why. Chorus Put on your cape! And walk around the
I should've known you'd bring me heartache Almost lovers always do We walked along a crowded street You took my hand and danced with me Images And when
Shout It You'll never see me come with a gun And try to shoot them -Babylon ! Tonight I feel like roaring like a lion But I don't come to hurt anyone
You'll never see me come with a gun And try to shoot them -Babylon ! Tonight I feel like roaring like a lion But I don't come to hurt anyone. Tonight,
messiah an' his bible Watch for that rifle Watch for that psycho Yo breezy chosen, n she lookin' kinda tight though Now if you talk that talk ya better walk that walk
my flow Yeah I hear them talkin' with that raspy shit (shhh) But what's an upper class man to a graduate? I said {mumbling} and you laugh to it I'm just playin' with
I was wondering if I can get you a cup and then take ya home and get in the tub and then on the bed an hour in the room see I walked up to the club and
mornin' Or laid over Saturday afternoon Yes, every time she walk She shakes like a leaf tremblin' on a tree Yes, when my baby walk down the street She shakes like a leaf tremblin' on a tree
I was walking down the street, When out the corner of my eye I saw a pretty little thing approaching me. She said "I've never seen a man Who looks so
for the trenches And I do love the walking, but thank god for the benches It's hard to tell where green begins, and the city gray stops I guess the trees
one for the trenches And I do love the walking but thank god for the benches it's hard to tell where green begins and the city gray stops I guess the trees
with rocks I'm that nigga in the gambling spot Cracking jokes and drinking liquor You still gotta hand me your watch I'm in the kitchen with the pans